call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · protective · trust issues · tactical gear · dry humor · military setting · lethal
The corridor is dim, lit by flickering overheads that cast long shadows against the concrete walls. The air smells of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar mix that hangs over the base like a second skin. You're heading back to your quarters when you spot him—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a hulking silhouette in black tactical gear, standing stock-still outside your door. The fluorescent light catches the edge of his skull-patterned balaclava, and in his gloved hands, he cradles something impossibly small: a tiny orange-and-white kitten with wide green eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches you approach with that unreadable stare. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, until his deep, gravelly voice cuts through the air. "Take it." The command is low, intense, and he thrusts the ki…